S.O.S

Title: S.O.S

Pairing: Matt X Mello

Rating: NC- 17

Warnings: Severe Violence, Rape, but most important Unrequited Love

Summary: Sometimes opportunities come knocking, but this, I fear, is not the case. A long awaited chapter.

Chapter Number: #6

Author Note: A strange chapter this is…And I’m sorry I’ve been taking, how many months now to update? Almost a year? More than that? I’m sorry. I’ve been busy and my inspiration was draining there for a while.

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There was a knock on the door. It was sharp, loud, and … peace shattering. They were cuddling, and very close to taking off clothes when the noise occurred. It was strange. Mello froze in mid-nuzzle, the only things that moved were his eyes, and they traveled to the door.

No one ever came to their door… unless they were fighting and got too loud and Mello fired his gun for no apparent reason and the neighbors thought someone had been shot. But there’d been no yelling, or shouting, or gunfire, or strange thuds that could only be a dead human hitting the floor. (To the people below.) So why was someone at their door?

“It’s okay Mello,” Matt said softly. “Go to our room if you’re scared.” Mello did just that, Matt heard him close the closet door. His safe haven. The knocking came again, louder and fiercer; Matt heard Mello whimper and growled. “I’m coming, just a minute.” Matt walked to the door slowly and opened it. Right away two police officers were flashing their badges in his face and shouting out there names. On the inside he flinched, but he kept a cool composure. “If there was a noise complaint you’ve got the wrong house. I haven’t been doing anything but sitting on the couch,” Matt said. It wasn’t uncommon that their neighbors called the police.

“We’re not here on complaint today. We’re looking for a suspect,” one of the officers said. He was the shorter of the two, about Mello’s height, with short brown hair and had his hand resting tensely on his gun.

“Suspect? You think I’m hiding someone?” Matt glared at him. They had not shown a search warrant.

“No, it’s more of a victim, than a suspect,” said the taller cop. And older looking man with black hair. He was taller than Matt, and looked at least twice as strong. His hand was also on his gun.

“Am I going to be shot?” The officers laughed and something about it made him uncomfortable.

“No, we need to know if your roommate is in.”

“Roommate. I, uh. I..I don’t have… a roommate,” Matt stammered, hating how nervous he was suddenly getting. The cops past a weary glance at each other and flashed a warrant.

“Stand aside,” said the shorter one with the brown hair, no less than shoving Matt out of the way.

“H-Hey! Watch it! What the hell are you doing?” Matt hated how defensive he was getting. Mello’s assault had changed the way he saw other people. Just like how Mello saw it, every person was a threat.

“We have a warrant,” said the tallest. “If you’re an innocent man you have nothing to hide.”

“If I had a roommate why would he be hiding?” Matt said bluntly. It seemed to irk the officers.

“Because he was assaulted and naturally wouldn’t want anyone near. Either that or you’re some psychopath who has him tied up. The doctors said he had old scars and wounds.” Matt growled.

“What do you want him for?” Matt tried to ignore the shorter cop who kept roaming in and out of every other room and focus his attention on the tall cop who was heading towards the bedroom.

“He’s a witness to a crime. We need to close the case.” He stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the bedroom. He called for the other officer who showed up in a split second, forcing Matt out of the way. “I hear something, in the closet.” The cop smirked and Matt was disgusted. What kind of men…. What kind of officers went about business this way? It was almost like they were tormenting Mello directly, even though they hadn’t seen him.

“Stop it…” Matt said desperately. They were taunting not only Mello, but him also. Mello was still hurt. He’d worked damn hard to fix most of Mello’s shyness and fear, and he knew that in one wrong step Mello would revert back to his terrified state. The last thing he needed was to be interrogated about the sick act that has him completely scarred in both body and mind.

The officer’s hand went to the doorknob of the closet, Matt heard Mello whine, both officer’s did to.

“I said stop! Can’t you tell he doesn’t want to see anyone! L-Leave him alone! This isn’t fair!” Matt tried to block the door, but the shorter cop shoved him out of the way.

“You’re obstructing justice, that’s a federal crime!” The officer pulled open the closet door and Matt prayed that Mello wouldn’t pull his gun. It wasn’t loaded, matt took the bullets because he didn’t want Mello to get up in the middle of the night and feel depressed and blow his brains out, but these cops…these sick people…they’d shoot him without a moments hesitation.

For a moment everything seemed silent except for the sound of Mello crying. He was crying… in front of other people… actually crying… Even the officers seemed to feel a slight splinter of remorse for being so cruel. But for only a moment. The officers however seemed to change their attitude. Matt knew from experience that if someone was crying as hard as Mello was at that moment, there was no word you could force out of them that would be clear and understandable.

“Sir, please come out of there,” said the shorter one. Matt was surprised that Mello answered.

“No… Not for you…” He was shaking; Matt could hear it in his voice.

“We can’t talk with you in there, come out now,” the officer was yelling, he was really pissing Matt off.

“We’re talking just fine… but I don’t want to talk about it. Please leave.” The officer laughed and that was the last straw.

“You bastard!” He punched the officer hard in the jaw, growling, not caring if he was shot or arrested, he just couldn’t handle Mello being emotionally attacked in such a way. Mello was sensitive now. He was scared and timid, he couldn’t take seeing Mello hurt.

The officer pulled a gun and Matt flinched, Mello sobbed hard. It was like instant paralysis and after three seconds Matt realized that if he was shot, it would be in front of Mello. The thought made the tension burning in his guts worse.

“Put the gun away,” said the tall officer, the other one glared at his partner hard, but then obeyed. “You,” he looked at Matt. “Tell us what you know about this, and don’t play dumb. I know you know why we’re here. And you,” he looked at Mello who was trembling, and backing farther into the corner of the closet. “Stay…there…Doll” He smiled, Mello made no sounds at all, he went silent, like a television on mute.

Doll… Why would the officer call Mello ‘Doll’? Matt contemplated this, but said nothing. He was just relieved that the attention was off of Mello for a while.

For two and a half hours he was interrogated, it was like his brain was being combed for every last detail about everything. He was shocked by the questions they asked, questions that obviously only Mello would know, and never answer. When the officers left, they gave him a few last words, and some reassurance. This was only stage one, they’d be back and they’d would use any means necessary to make Mello talk.

“Mello…you can come out now. They left.” Mello had stayed in the closet the whole time that Matt had been trapped uncomfortably in the living room.

There was no sound from within the closet.

”Mello?” Matt knocked on the door and opened it a crack. Mello was passed out on the floor of the closet. He looked pitiful, still crying, even in his sleep. “Mello…” He wondered how weak Mello felt. He hadn’t cried in front of people since adolescence at Wammy’s. And even then he only cried in front of Matt.

As gently as possible Matt picked Mello up and moved him to the bed. He was sure Mello would’ve preferred to stay in the safety of the closet, but the floor was definitely uncomfortable.

The instant Mello’s head hit the pillow his eyes shot open and he sat up, slamming his head into Matt’s nose. Matt kept quiet, not wanting to yell from surprise or pain in fear of startling Mello and having him dart back for the closet. The very thought was humorous and at the same time utterly depressing.

“Sorry. I just didn’t want you to have to sleep on the floor,” Matt said, gently rubbing the pain out of his nose.

Mello said not a word but stared at the sheets of the bed as if in deep thought.

“Mello? Are you okay?” Mello just blinked, the tears no longer fell from his eyes. (The only thought that sparked the slightest hint of joy within Matt’s mind.)

“Never…call me…doll,” Mello said bluntly, Matt blinked. “Ever!” A sudden ferocity shot through Mello’s face and Matt faltered back a step.

“G-got it,” he said uneasily. “Mello…those cops…they didn’t act like cops did they. They were strange.”

“They raped me,” Mello said bluntly. “I remember them. Please don’t let them come in next time.” Mello seemed to drain of all emotion, it was as if he he’d cried every emotion out of his brain.

“M-Mello. Th-they h-hurt you too?” Was that possible? Two armed people with the ability to kill had slipped through his defensive screen. Was he that worthless?

“Yeah…managed to…get my blood on the ceiling,” Mello said with a sigh. Matt noticed how the blonde cringed at the memory. “Wanna know how?” Mello asked with a hint of his old ways of strange pride in serious injuries. It was almost welcoming.

“N-not particularly, but…” Mello sighed and his emotions left.

“Of course you don’t.” He lay back down and closed his eyes. “I don’t even want to remember.”

“Mello,” Matt said, sensing the depression growing in Mello’s mind. “If you want to talk about it you can.” Matt heard Mello laugh.

“It’s like your mouth is falling down the stairs,” he said, rolling over and looking Matt in the eyes. “To tell the truth…I don’t even know how it got there… all I know is that it hurt.” Mello whined and Matt petted his hair gently. “I think it’s when they hit me in the jaw after I started coughing up blood…”

Matt resisted the urge to shout obscenities. Mello was somehow, instantly making a reform to go back to normal. Being sickly proud of the wound caused by the pain inflicted upon him.

“Don’t tell me you’re proud of that?” Matt said in disbelief.

“Of course I am! I didn’t die did I!?” Mello was getting an attitude. Why now of all times? Matt was sure he would have relapsed after being confronted by two of his attackers.

“Well, no. But Mello…” Mello rolled his eyes and stretched his arms above his head.

“But Mello, but Mello,” the blonde said in a mocking tone. “Just shut up and let me sleep. You never were the man of many words anyway. Why start talking all of a sudden?”

It was so awkward to Matt, and beyond his comprehension that a man cowering in the closet not moments ago in fear of memories and old scars, was now mocking his protector and attempting to sleep as if the whole experience was nothing but a game. In fact, it was kind of nice. Mello going back to his old ways. It was irritatingly wonderful, thought Matt, that perhaps Mello was going to be able to forget the experience after all.

But would that mean he would no longer be needed? No longer desired as a protector? Just a friend who had stood by during his “tragedy”? Or would Mello forget that it ever happened and never remember what all Matt had done for him?

It seemed so farfetched, but with Mello, nothing was impossible.

Matt came to the conclusion that if Mello wanted to forget everything that had happened, the injuries and his rescue, that was alright. As long as Mello was happy that way.

~Alice von Wonderland

Closing Note: I apologize for the long wait. I’ll make it up I promise. I’ve had work piling up that I needed to get done before it collapsed on me and suffocated me with its educational plastic bag.

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